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It disturbs me but I enjoy it; This chill down my spine. Though that's hard to admit. Is it your fingertips, Or just my imagination? The feeling traces to my hips. I'm supposed to feel some kind of high, instead I begin to feel sad And I don't know why.
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Unsubstantial Fantasties
It disturbs me but I enjoy it; This chill down my spine. Though that's hard to admit. Is it your fingertips, Or just my imagination? The feeling traces to my hips. I'm supposed to feel some kind of high, instead I begin to feel sad And I don't know why.
emmy-dawn
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
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